


Bullet with Your Name

by jay_somnia



Category: Overwatch (Video Game)
Genre: Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements, Blood and Violence, Deadlock Gang, Demons, Gen, Someone give Jack a break, Winston is a shapeshifter, jesse has made a mistake, more characters will come as the story goes, some oc's just for plot
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2018-04-16
Updated: 2019-02-25
Packaged: 2019-04-23 21:30:53
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Chapters: 3
Words: 5,124
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14341305
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/jay_somnia/pseuds/jay_somnia
Summary: A flash of pain stings in his eye. He knows what that means. Sure enough in his revolver, there was a glowing bullet with the name of the man he must kill.There wasn't a choice for him after all.





	1. The Setup

**Author's Note:**

> Hi I'm Jay! This is my first work for the fandom and the first fic I'm ever posting. It's going to be a multi chapter if people are interested in reading it.  
> I'm really excited so please enjoy!

If there was two pieces of advice that he would never forget from his mom, God rest her soul, they would be “Trust your instincts boy, they’ll protect you.” and “Don’t mess with the supernatural you hear? There’s a lot more at risk than just your life.”

Jesse McCree had always trusted the first one - it was only common sense after all - but he had no reason to ever really worry about the supernatural. What couldn’t a few well aimed bullets solve?

Apparently, a lot.

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Everyone had some interactions with the supernatural at one point, whether it be with warlocks, witches, fey or demons. Jesse had more than many others often did since Deadlock Gorge was one of the most lawless places you could go in America. No rules, no regulations, and people wouldn’t ask you who you were, or more importantly, what. Having mentioned that, he was 99% sure that Grouch was half troll, and not just because he smelt like sewage. He knew for a fact that Darrell was part fey, even if he couldn’t lie. He just looked it.

As for Jesse, he tried to keep his head down, not easy when you’re the best shot in the West, and a part of the most ruthless, deadly gang this side of the Midwest. But hey, you’ve got to survive somehow. Besides, he had always been a bit of a ruffian anyways.

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He woke up, the hot desert sun already too far in the sky for his liking. Grumbling to himself Jesse staggered to his feet, dragging himself down the treacherous mountain path on his way to find some coffee. Deadlock didn’t have access to much gourmet food or nice accommodations, but they made by. Turning a corner in the small town, he heard a scuffle break out. He was high enough in ranking that he could do something about it, but he really didn’t feel like it this morning. Besides, if you were disrespected you had a right to beat someone else. That’s just how it worked here. Jesse had been on both sides countless times in the three years.

Walking into the small diner, Jesse wrinkled his nose at the smell of stale booze, cigar smoke, and sweat as he passed multiple booths with some older gang members passed out. There had been one hell of a celebration the previous night after all. The only movement came from one travelling elf scrying in the furthest seat at the bar, covering himself with a hood and the bartender Jarrow, who had a scar running down from temple to chin with close cropped salt and peppered hair.

Adjusting his serape as he slid into one of the bar stools, Jesse gave a small nod to the elf and turned his attention back to Jarrow. “Late night yesterday?” he drawled.

“Wouldn’t ya know it kid. Bastards kept me up so late I shouldn’t e’en be here right now. Want anything?”

“Just a coffee. Toast too if you’ve got the time.” The older man nodded and turned away, getting his order ready.

With nothing to do but twiddle his thumbs, Jesse mentally went over the raid that he would be a part of later on in the evening. They had ‘gotten word’ of a deal going down in their territory, some high level arcane stuff. The leader of Deadlock didn’t tolerate people dealing on his territory, so he created a group of the best the gang had to offer as a reminder.

Jesse and six others would intercept the meeting that was to happen at half-an-hour to midnight, in the middle of the desert. Now, he wasn’t the most superstitious person in the world, but the time and place were making him fairly uneasy. The desert has harsh conditions, easy for channeling magic and other things. He just didn’t want to die, or else what the hell had the point of forcing himself through this despicable place been?

Scowling, he snatched the coffee that had been offered to him. Terrible, as per usual, but it gave him the boost to clear up the remaining alcohol in his system. He couldn’t sleep without a few sips of whiskey. The toast did good to quiet his queasy stomach and he finished in a few minutes. Nodding, he left the bar with a creak as he stood up and left to go get his things in order for the demonstration that night.

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The moon was out in full and stars glittered in the inky sky. The road was bumpy, and Jesse would have to steal some ice back at the café from the number of bruises he would have on his backside. He was the youngest in the group so he got to sit in the open trunk of the 4 by 4.

Lucky him.

The plan was simple, drive to the meeting spot, interrupt it and find out who had gotten them to go into Deadlock territory and with what. Then, kill all but a member from each side so that they could spread the work that this behaviour would not be tolerated. Finally, take all the goods for Deadlock, along with anything useful they could scavenge from the deceased.

Honestly, Jesse thought it was a waste of time and energy. Why should he care about some random idiots? However, he was smart enough to keep his mouth shut. He had only had to make the mistake of speaking against the decisions made by the higher ups before the message had sunk in.

He still had the parallel scars running from his mid back across to his left hip.

Jesse was startled from his thoughts when the truck came to an abrupt stop, hitting his head on the metal behind him. Barking out a few cuss words as he hopped down, he glared as the older men and women laughing at him. He swallowed the insults he wanted to say to them, instead turning his head to the ground and pushing past one of the guys.

Following Creed who took point, the seven made their way over the rocky hill towards the meeting spot. Two people slid off to each side, hiding behind rocks and making there way closer to the deal. It was quickly getting frigid, and Jesse was glad that he had, borrowed, an extra shirt to wear for the meeting. Since they had high ground, they could see the two groups of people, 10 on one side and 7 on the other.

“Get their attention Deadeye.”

Taking his Peacekeeper out of his well-warn leather holster, Jesse fanned the hammer into the air, sending 6 cracks of gunfire through the almost silent night. All of the people immediately turned to the source of the shots, some hands drifting to their guns.

“Hold up! We just want to talk.” Creed shouted down to the spectators, commanding and proud. “We won’t interrupt you, but this is our turf, and we gots to know what’s happening on it.”

“Why the fuck would we let you?” One snapped back.

“You’re right of course. That would be stupid of you. Too bad you’ll be dead in a few seconds anyways.”

Even from this far away, Jesse could see the confusion on their faces as the people flanking quickly jumped out from their hiding and began shooting at the mass of people. Jesse quickly hit the dirt as a few shots whirled over his head and began crawling for some cover to be able to take some shots.

It was chaos and although it was still dark, there were flashes from the muzzles of guns along with the cacophony of shouting and sharp cracks. Jesse could feel his heart speed up, adrenaline beginning to kick in. This was the part he loved the most, the chaos, the screams in the air, electricity running through his veins. Grinning, he quickly reloaded his Peacekeeper and looked out at the carnage below him. 7 of the opposing were already down, and 4 of his comrades were down as well. Taking quick aim, Jesse began shooting into the fray, downing three, being careful to keep them alive for questioning.

There was a shout from his far left as he heard Creed shriek in pain. Was it just him, or was the air becoming thicker, more putrid? He didn’t have time to address those thoughts properly before he was jolted into action with bullets hitting the rock he was currently sheltered behind. Peeking up quickly, he saw an opportunity to take a few more down so he took it. However, as he did so one of their bullets found their mark and buried itself in his left forearm.

Grunting in pain Jesse hid behind his cover, as blood leaked from his arm. The red looked black in the dead of night. He hadn’t seen how the fight had been going for his side so as for now he was stuck. God, the air smelt like tar, although he wasn’t sure why. Then the tone of the shouting voices shifted from pain and anger to hysterical, fearful even. He made out a voice shouting “who are you?” and then “SHOOT IT, SHOOT IT!” Deciding that that was his cue to save his own life, Jesse began crawling up the hill, hoping that no one would see him fleeing. That wasn’t the case, and before he could get out completely there was a pain in his lower back and he let out a scream of pain.

Turning back because he couldn’t move forwards anymore, Jesse saw something that he almost didn’t believe. Standing in the middle of the scuffle was a tall gaunt man. He was laughing at the surrounding chaos, blood pooled around him, both from his wounds and shredded bodies around him. Realizing the futility of shooting the thing the various members of different gangs who were still alive and mobile dropped their guns and began to run.

Letting out a hearty chuckle, the being spread his arms, blood and bits of flesh falling off of him from all of the bullet wounds and pulled them towards him using some sort of magic. Pulling a rapier out of his coat pocket, he got to work slicing through flesh.

Although Jesse had seen some pretty gruesome things, this was one of the worst. There were screams, blood gushing everywhere, limbs being cut away mercilessly. He took out his revolver, not content to die helpless. He put 6 rounds into the things head and body, but it just looked up and smiled.

Then it delivered the most chilling words Jesse had ever heard in his 15 years of life.

“Ah, Jesse McCree. Do you know how hard it was to actually find you?”


	2. Jesse Makes the Deal of his Life

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Sorry for this chapter being so much later than I wanted it to be, life got a little hectic.

Jesse could feel the strength in his body ebbing as blood flowed out of his multiple bullet wounds, trying to keep conscious as he wrestled with his fear. It’s never a good thing when something supernatural was looking for you, and Jesse didn’t know what was going to happen next, although he was pretty sure he would be dead if he didn’t get some help soon.

              “What are you?” He slurs, voice weaker than he wanted it to be.

              “How rude, I think you mean who.” The creature giving him an obviously fake affronted look.

              “No, you heard right the first time.” Jesse shot back.

              Throwing his head back in a deep guffaw, the creature smiled revealing pointed teeth. “I thought you would have guessed by now Jesse McCree. I’m a demon obviously. My name is Alastor and I’m here to offer you a deal you can’t possibly refuse.”

              Gulping Jesse looked around desperately. He was out of ammo and out of options, but he didn’t want to make a deal with a hell-creature. He just wanted to get out of here, preferably alive.

              “The way I see it, you need something from me right now, and in the future you will too. I’m willing to provide you with means of survival, and a way to make a name for yourself.”

              “Now what could you possibly mean by that?” Although not knowing much about the supernatural world – he tried to ignore it as much as possible, keep his head down – he did know that demons weren’t in the business of helping people without a cause.

              “Don’t play dumb with me, you know you’re dying. I’ll bet you can feel everything just draining away from yourself. I can save you, plus give you a little gift to help you survive in the future. I know you’re already one of the best shots in the West, but there are always ways to get better.” The demon had a smug smile on, which Jesse immediately despised.

              But if there was a way for him to be safer in this messed up world…

              “I can tell you’re tempted.”

              “What’s in it for you? I mean you give me life and a new ability, but what has anything I do got to do with you?”

              “Let’s leave it at a vested interest for now. Tell me, Jesse, do you care about killing others of your kind?” he seemed curious now, tilting his head slightly to the side.

              “Never did mind it much.” Jesse shrugs his right shoulder, the small motion causing the rest of his body to flare in pain. “Sometimes it’s them or you. I choose me every time.” He hissed.

              “If I save your life and give you the ability, you’re going to have to kill some people for me, how’s about that?”

              Now as much as Jesse wasn’t a top-notch scholar, he wasn’t an idiot. He knew how to read people, could see the hunger and fire in the demon’s eyes, and he knew the tactics Alistor was using. It would be a terrible thing to make a lifelong deal with this creature.

              But the way he saw it right now, he didn’t really have a choice in the matter.

              So at 12:00 pm blood pouring through his shirts, he said something that would change the rest of his life forever.

              “Fine. I’ll make your deal.”

              Then the demon did the scariest thing he had done all night, he giggled like a school-girl, clapping his hand with glee. “Amazing. I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me.” Then he snapped his fingers, and immediately Jesse felt a suffocating presence on his lungs and arms. He couldn’t scream out, but just lay in shock and pain, vision going red as he fought to stay conscious.

              He couldn’t tell how long he had been like that, but eventually his muscles began to relax, and quickly stumbling to his feet he checked the wounds that would have killed him, now healed into ugly protruding scars. He didn’t care, he was still breathing.

              “Now that the first part of the deal is settled I’ll tell you the specifics of the deal you agreed to. Just so you know what’s going to happen to you next.” He grinned deviously, “After all, I’m not _Satan._ He’s much worse, trust me on that.”

              “Now which is your dominant eye, the one you really aim with.”

              Although he was able to use both hands and eyes to shoot, Jesse was always more comfortable with his right. He told the demon this.

              “Brilliant. So, what’s going to happen is that you will have the aim of a demon when you choose to use your newly given power. You will never miss when you use the ability. However, every time you do use it, a silver bullet will appear in your pocket with the name of someone you must kill with that bullet. If you fail to do that within two weeks, you’ll drop dead. Oh, and yes before you ask, it does have to be that bullet.”

              “Wait a second…” Jesse starts putting his hand up.

              “Too late Jesse McCree” and faster than he could even react to, the demon was up in near his face and plunging his finger into his eye. Jesse screamed loudly, as he saw and felt blood gushing down his face and into the air, heard the squelch as the Alistor removed his digit from his eye socket.

              He fell, pressing the heel of his palm to his eye and felt something moving in it, and distantly was aware of the demon leaving him behind moving towards the south. Then another burst of pain reaching from his eye to his head causing him to writhe in the sand until he mercifully passed out.

 

* * *

            

Many miles away an urgent alarm went off at Jack Morrison’s desk. Checking quickly, he saw that it was a frantic text from Winton. If it was from him, there was only one possible reason for that…

 Sending the message to the two people he trusted most, Jack leapt to his feet, rushing as quickly as he could to go talk to the shapeshifter. He had never heard him quite so concerned as he did in that quick text message.

              This was just what Overwatch needed now, more supernatural problems to deal with.

 

* * *

 

              The only reason Jesse woke up was because the sun was shining directly in his face, his hat having tumbled somewhere in the midst of last nights chaos. Groaning he opened his eyes, but everything looked _different_. If someone asked him how, he wouldn’t be able to explain it, but it was odd and it was throwing him off for the time being. He tried to sit up and got a wave of nausea for his troubles.

              After waiting a few minutes, Jesse walked about 20 feet to where he saw his hat sitting and picked it up to brush it off, thanking his lucky stars that he was able to move without too much pain. Not wanting to return to Deadlock headquarters completely empty handed, and down 6 of the best people, Jesse turned to the carnage the demon had wrought to try and find something worthwhile to bring back. Picking through the blood and flesh to see if there was anything valuable hidden wasn’t fun but it definitely would be better than the welcome he would receive with nothing.

              Lucky for him, there was some items of worth. Three people had been carrying new pistols, along with a good amount of ammo for them. People from the other group had an insane amount of cash on them, which Jesse eagerly packed away. Finally, there was the big prize, the large shipment of something that had brought the three teams of people together.

              Forcing the lid off, Jesse was basked in a bright glow, multiple colours shining off of the twenty vases filled with neon liquid. He was pretty sure that these were some examples of the rare potions he had heard some witches talking about one day in the Diner. If he was right, the boss might not care about having lost so many people.

              Might being the key word. You could never tell with him.

              Activating the hover feature of the crate with a few quick taps to the port screen on it’s side, Jesse guided it back up the hill and settled it into the back seat of the pickup, making sure to strap it down with the seatbelts so it would be as safe as possible under the circumstances. He was pretty sure that this would be one of the first uses of the truck’s seatbelts in the years the truck had been property of Deadlock. Quickly he gathered up the rest of the goods he found. He wanted to get back quickly, he was hungry as hell and needed about 17 hours of sleep.

              However, as he opened the driver’s door he caught a glimpse of his eye, and at the moment, it was completely black, like a void, with a small red pupil moving as if it were fire. However, it was already starting to go back to it’s normal brown. That meant it would probably be back to normal, and he wouldn’t have to explain the situation he had gotten himself in until later. Shaken, but ready to leave dealing with whatever this was until later, Jesse slammed the car door shut and began the fairly long drive to get back to his makeshift home.

              At least now he didn’t have to sit in the back.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Now that I've fleshed out the backstory of Jesse I'm going to be able to get into the deeper part of the story about Overwatch in this universe and a whole bunch of other characters so I'm pretty hyped for that.  
> I have a few different ideas for plot lines though so we'll see what direction it ends up heading.


	3. Things Get Worse. For Everyone.

Gabriel Reyes was a patient man, he knew it. No impatient one could lead new recruits through drills without even getting frustrated when they inevitably made mistakes that they were warned not to do. 

This however, was the worst part of anything he had to deal with. Politics.

The Devil, Gabriel thought, must just make people sit in board and committee meetings all day and pretend to care about what old windbags were saying to make themselves feel more important.

Jack had, of course, immediately called both him and Amari to Winston’s office after the alert had been sounded. There they had found the young shapeshifter fretting over the spirit who resided within their headquarters known as Athena. She was screeching as if her soul was being torn apart, and as Gabriel looked, he saw her dissipating and reforming every few seconds as if something were blowing her apart and stitching her back together.

Ana had already run to the station which held magical and spiritual remedies and had begun fixing one up as quickly as possible, hands working smoothly and precisely. Gabriel began shutting down some of the excess equipment in the room for Athena to have better control of herself, weaker spirits and sprites in distress are most the ones most effected by electricity.

After Ana finished the concoction which solidified into small particles she handed it to Jack, who began to mutter an incantation in Latin. Taking a pinch of the mixture between his fingers, Jack flung it on Athena with a final short intense sentence. Her screaming stopped abruptly as the dust made contact with her wispy form, and suddenly Athena was as solid as a spirit could ever be.

Suddenly there was a light shining from one of Winston’s many screens.

“Damn.” Jack muttered, “I thought we’d have a little more time than that.”

Unfortunately for them, the Magical Emergency Committee (MEC for short), was nothing if not extremely alert when it came to sniffing out big problems.

“Do I answer them immediately sir?” Winston asked, unsure.

“We don’t really have another option at the moment.” Gabriel piped up. Jack and Ana were scowling but Jack gave a crisp nod in affirmative.

“Alright, accept the call.”

There was a soft beeping and three stoic faces appeared on the holoscreen before the five. One belonging to a small but haughty faerie, the one to her right a hulking man in a suit and to her left, a wizened warlock. The three together were a sight to  
behold, yet Gabriel just thought their combined might was just to be a pain in Overwatch’s ass.

“There was a high alert, Merdane and I felt the churning of the magic from here. Explain what happened.” Charity commanded.

“We just got here to discover that for ourselves Ambassador Charity.”

“Then make a move with it, I’m a busy woman and don’t time to waste.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Gabriel, who had been slowly checking on the spirit whilst listening muttered a quick “You’ll be ok” and stepped back so Athena could drift before the three MEC members.

In a slightly wavering voice, she begun her story. “I began to feel a sense of unease earlier in the day, along with a huge flow of dark magic. This doesn’t always coincide with large problems fit for Overwatch or the EMC. However, at 11:19 eastern time all around the world, 7 deals with high level demons were made. I was completely overwhelmed by the energy and it prevented me from picking up the normal details I can. I think I’m confident that with proper concentration and time I can find the details.”

Charity nodded. “This is especially concerning given the recent spikes in magical attacks in major cities, as well as the increase in black magic being used. We have our hands full with all of that, so you will have to take care of this issue yourself.”

Gabriel felt his eyebrows slowly raise as the Ambassador continued. The Overwatch higher ups never really did know what exactly happened within the Committee, but them having to trust Overwatch means they were struggling to keep up with their duties. Now THAT was concerning. He tuned back in as Charity continued to speak to Jack.  
“-I expect of course, that we will be given reports with any concerning information as usual.”

“Certainly Commander.”

“Also, this is a sensitive case, do not make it public. I will contact you later with more details that I need done by Overwatch.”

“Yes ma’am.”

With a haughty nod the Ambassador closed the connection and the room drifted into silence except for the laboured humming from Athena as she struggled to keep her physical form together.

“Athena, will you be alright?” Jack quickly asked her.

“I should be soon. I’ve never felt that amount of energy at once before, and I wasn’t prepared.” She replied, eyes glazed. “I should be able to look into the details soon, but I just…

“Take the time that you need.” Gabriel interjected. “It wouldn’t be good for you to lose yourself in the search for information, then it would take longer for Blackwatch to get it.” Turning to his long-time partner and trusted friend, Gabriel cocked an eyebrow. “I do assume we’re taking the lead on this one correct?”

Jack nodded, eyebrows furrowed in thought. He hadn’t looked this visibly worried since the SEP days. This just added to the uneasy feeling in Gabriel’s gut. Shared worry indicated a real threat. “I don’t like the fact that there’s so many problems all cropping up at once. I wonder if there will be another supernatural wave.”

Gabriel shrugged. Although the worry was there, thinking about what ifs would only distract their efforts from the real problem. “If there is one, we’ll just deal with it the way we did last time. There are more advancements in the structure and everyone’s more prepared. If there is, we just have to deal with it.”

Ana smiled. “If you boys are done your emotional talk, I have some recruits to train. We can discuss the Blackwatch operations at 21:00 when we have a greater sense of what happened.”

“I have some paperwork to get to as well.”

“Then I’ll see you both later tonight.” Gabriel said. What he left unsaid however, was the rolling unease that he felt, knowing that there would be something bad coming.

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By the time Jesse had made his way back to Route 66, the sun had sunk to the tops of the surrounding landscape. Unfortunately for him, there was a party standing at the front of the gorge, waiting for his party as he was almost 8 hours behind schedule. Sighing, Jesse scratched his head feeling a weariness in his chest. He wanted to sleep goddamn it. His head and eye hurt like hell and there were cuts and bruises all over just waiting to be infected. Pulling up to the scowling party leader, a man who called himself Murdock, he hopped out of the side of the pick-up.

“Howdy fellas.” He greeted jovially with energy he didn’t have and a lazy smile in place on his face. “Lovely evenin’ we’re havin’ tonight. If ya’d let me pass by I need a quick word with the boss.”

“You’re late Deadeye. 8 hours late, and alone. Where the fuck is the rest of the party?”

“Well ya see, that’s why I need ta talk to the boss.”

Scowling, Murdock nodded to the two men beside him, who sauntered up to the truck and began searching the contents.

“Whoo boy, we struck it rich here Murdock. I think what he’s sayin’ has some merit here.”

“Y’all should best know I counted every bit o’ that stash. Watch yourselves.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever kid.” Hiding his annoyance, Jesse turned to Murdock.

“I think tha boss is waiting on this here loot. Lemme go give him the report.” He put a little more force behind the words this time.

He seemed to struggle with that for a second. “Fine.” He eventually spat out. “I’m going with you then, I don’t want this on my head.”

Jesse shrugged nonchalantly, “Do what ya want,” and hopped back into the driver’s seat starting up the shuddering engine as Murdock eased his way into the passenger’s seat. The other surrounding men and women drifted off to do whatever they felt like  
and the two in the truck sat in tense silence as the scraping dust and rocks of the sloping path.

Dissociating from the familiar drive, Jesse thought more on what exactly, he would tell the leader of Deadlock. Seth Ashe was a harsh man, greedy and possessive, not only of the profit, weapons and land he controlled, but of the man he leads. Jesse was trying to put together all the pieces of the battle that had happened, making it clear so he could give an accurate accounting. As he did the sharp pain in his eye returned and he struggled to keep his face clear from the pain. He didn’t want Murdoc to realize the amount of pain he was actually in. Finally, they reached the warehouse where Deadlocks leader and head of operations was. It was deep within the Deadlock gorge and good enough shape to be functional, but not much more.

Slamming the truck door and activating the crates hovering abilities, setting the speed to a brisk walk. Following it with Murdock a few steps behind, Jesse nodded at the few stragglers walking through the open bay room and those smoking up and muttering in low voices. Passing through one of the offshoots, they finally made it to the leader’s office, where he stayed most of the time, although there were rumors that he had a family shacked up somewhere.

Giving a quick two-tap knock Jesse waited for the robotic voice to begin to let him state his code-name and message. Finally, it came. Not a good sign for the pause, means the boss was trying to make you sweat just a little.

“Code-name and report required.”

Clearing his voice Jesse stated, “Deadeye. Mission success, coming for report. There were… complications. Maddog is here s’well.”

“Granted. The boss will see you immediately.” The door slid open with a whoosh of cold air and Jesse, shoving down the desire to flee he stepped forwards into the dark hall.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> I don't know if anyone will still read this but I plan on seeing this story through to the end. Even though I got delayed,,,, for over half a year,,,, whoops,,,,


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